(47) I Am BatmanA Poem by Chris Smith WelshpoetcsI patrol in my backyard, Cruising im my pedal car. I can see the Joker. Well, it's really a toy clown; Locked safely away in the toy shed. I am looking for Two Face, A teddybear that my dog ripped. So my Mum sewed up his face. But now he is out there, free; I must track him down. I search for him in the kitchen, There I spot the Scarecrow. It is a puppet, long and thin. I must stop in my search now, So I can tackle with my foe. I put the Scarecrow behind bars. My search continues, relentless! I see Two Face hiding in the lounge; I now creep up, slowly behind him. I pounce, the battle is long, but I win. That scarred teddybear is put away, Where he won't harm anymore toys. My Batcave awaits, up in my bedroom. I am sleepy, my eyes are feeling tired. I am Batman, even I must sleep! copyright Chris smith 2010 © 2011 Chris Smith WelshpoetcsFeatured Review
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Added on March 21, 2011Last Updated on March 31, 2011 AuthorChris Smith WelshpoetcsCardiff until 2004, then Hemel Hempstead, Hertfordshire, United KingdomAboutStarted writing in 1997 after a horrible attack, I found it theraputic and wrote a range of poems and short horror stories. Started sharing on the Web firstly with Yahoo 360 in 2005, then sites on .. more.. |


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